Computing

My method is simple. Not to bother about poetry. It will come of its own accord, merely whispering its name frightens it away. I am building a table. You will decide, afterwards, whether to eat on it, question it, or build a fire with it.- Jean Cocteau

Hoopoe*

From his outstretched arm his breathquickens beneath my clawsas she steps from the boat, entourage surrounding her sure steps, drumsthundering like his dreams of her thighsthat glisten oiled within his fantasywhen he falls captive before the eyesas dark as the question of from whence they came,her skin the almond sand where his thirstdesires the oasis of her touch to slakethe fever her vision brings to his heartracing with my flight as I ascendto circle her head, alighting upon her shoulder,exploring of the mystery of the messagesI shall now carry between them.

Solomon

She walks in honeyed beauty, a willowby the stream, lithe and supple, dancingwith the breeze, she walks before the sun,golden in its moment, whispering the windas the universe bows before her feet, she walkswithin the rainbow drops of the storm, the aira perfume to contain the song of her name.

I would build a temple of cedars from Lebanonto worship the moment that is her, I would buildsuch a sanctuary, and if she so commanded tear it apartby the roots with my own hands, pulling the pillarsdown upon those who would questionthis beauty I watch eclipse a universewith the dance of her walk as she nears my side.

To be a nameless mortal has always been my fateuntil she intruded these realms to call me forth, a namelessmortal I accepted as my destiny until she swelled my heartlike a god to worship the moment of her arrival, calling meher priest, her adoring masses, her consort,calling me by any name as long as I am allowedto bask in the glory her warmth brings to my long-distanced heart.

Hoopoe

Between them I am a messengerproving distance is an illusioncreated by rumour shaken to its foundationby their connection where all fadesbefore the history of this moment:

They are the voice, I am the wing ? only they could ever end what is joined beyond their measureto control, only they can choose to call thisa random instant of connection or the weddingof two kingdoms until the dreamscrumble into the dust of antiquity.

Sheba

Hush, my love, allow my whispersto entwine you as my legs draw you near,hearts beating with the breath of one,your hot kisses caressing my desires,my song leading you to kingdomswhose height and majesty even the angelswould envy as I bury you in my mouthwith a softness that defies eternity.

Hush, your muscles tensing to the realizationthat you lose all to this journeylocked in the heat you fire, you burn,within the caravan of my heart as it windsacross the desert of my life to the kingdomof you where all these just gifts now are offered.

Overhead, wings shadow us, a guardianwho comprehends the communication laid openwhen I coax you into a worldwhere maidens and warriors dancearound the hard smooth stonelaid before this shrine where our tears wedin a communion that is holy and just and cool.

Hoopoe

Between them I am an illusionproving distance is a messengercreated by rumour ? what truly existsis the connection where all fadesbefore the mythology of this moment:

They are the wing, I am the voice; only theycould ever begin what is joined beyond their measureto control, only they can choose to call thisrandom instant a connection or the weddingof two kingdoms until their livesare carved onto the cliffs of antiquity.

Solomon

From the walls of Tyre I look to the sea,longing for our completion to move beyond dreams into a reality where together enwrapped in sand we behold a world where the torture of isolation abates,leaving us to find we are not now confinedto the touch that echoes may bend.

Looking to the sea, I watchthe haze of your reflection meldwith the instant the sky meets the silvered watersalong the horizon of possibility and promise,anointing this journey of our emotions,awaiting your return from your far distant kingdom, eternity captured in one bead of sand balancingupon the head of a pin, encapsulatedby the immensity of what is us.

Hoopoe

From her quivering shoulder her breathquickens beneath my viewas she steps from the boat, entourage surrounding her sure steps, drumsthundering like her dreams of his armsthat glisten oiled within her fantasywhen he encircles her in an embraceas firm as the question of from whence they came,her skin the almond answer where his thirstdesires the oasis of her touch to slakethe fever her vision brings to his heart,racing with my flight as I ascendto circumvent their heads, soaring over their ballet,exploring the mystery of the messageI now carry as the harbinger between them.